It all started that day, that day everyone could have lived without. And without out it people could have lived. Not only did the gun shots of that night linger in the minds of everyone involved for far too long, but it also brought on so many unecessary repocussions that could have been avoided. But none of that mattered to Jane now, all she cared about was Maura.
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"Don't you dare touch him!" these words wouldnt have across so malicious, so malevoent so...heart wrenching if it werent for the hate that consumed the M.E.'s face. Her words cut through every emotional wall the detective has ever built. Nothing has ever stung so much in her entire life. She completly knew why Maura would be so angry and she understood that too. But what she didn't understand was how she didn't understand why Rizzoli had to shoot her father. This made Jane angry. Sadness and Remorse wasn't something she was good at showing, but anger sure as hell was.
After a moment of processing this Rizzoli stood up and stormed off right past Frost who was trying to figure out what in the hell just went down. Her shoulder brushed his as she walked by knocking him out of his daze.
"Jane! Wait!"
"I've got to go" she turned to face her partner, without missing a step of course motioned her hand towards Gabriel "go check on Dean" she demanded before completly dissapearing from their sight.
As she got outside she passed Korsak and Frankie running to find out what all the firing was about "JANIE! where are you going?" the young rizzoli shouted, but Jane heard nothing. All she could hear was the unsteady beat of her heart pounding in the temples of her head. It was fighting back rage, pure rage. The kind of rage that makes you want to pull out a gun and shoot the next person you see. This thought brought out a slight and breif chuckle due to how ironic that sounded to her.
Maura on the other hand hadn't moved. She couldn't. She felt paralized. "Drop in blood flow, shallow breathing, dizziness, all signs of Psychological Shock...which comes as no suprise...I mean my father was just shot by my best friend"
"Hey, Doc..snap out of it" Dr. Isles found her self sitting in a small puddle of blood alone...with the exception of Frankie..waving his hands in her face.
A/N: Soo, this is my first time writing..well you know outside of school stuff idk just wanted to give it a try. I have a HUGE plot planed out this is just kind of like..the pilot haha I know it's short, just wanted to get it out there :) By the time I post this I'll probably be over half way finished with the next long chapter but please leave feedback and help me become better at this I enjoy writing and I'm finaly going to start doing it soo help is appreciated!